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Viktoria Spinrad, Traunstein
And then the DJ starts “Shake that thing”. The somewhat older party guest with the fine lines on his face, the checked shirt and the hearing aid in his left ear closes his eyes, tilts his head back, raises his fist in the air and shouts a long drawn-out “Yeeeeah”. So fervently, like he just wants to dance it, hug everyone, shake it all off for the rest of his days.